Everlasting Immortal Firmament

The morning breeze wiped the blood from both ears and eyes and looked at Chen with horror!

Dragon Wan gradually woke up. Master Liu Nian wiped his head off with cold sweat.

“Here, here, what is this song?” Longwan looked at Chen with horror.

“I created it myself, calling it" Little Turnip ", but Chen was immediately excited.

Long Wanqing: "…………! ”

What I want to ask you is, what are you singing? I'm not asking you the name of the song!

“It's not right that there's never been a song that could make me so sick, it's not just a song, is it?” The Master of the Senior Year looked blindly at the ancient sea.

“Senior Master, are you praising me? I also think my song is different!” Chen interposed in due course.

Master of the Year: “……………! ”

The ancient sea smiled slightly: “I don't know, maybe his song brought with it an attribute called ‘Unpleasant'! ”

“Master, you don't like it, you don't appreciate it!” Chen Tong was angry.

After the morning wind wiped the blood off his eyes and ears, he looked at Chen in disgust: "Ancient sea, you can control its heart anyway, otherwise, erase its consciousness and reshape it! ”

“Morning wind, you're not a thing, I'll sing you a song, you want to hurt me?” Chen stared furiously.

But the ancient sea shook its head: “No, it's not necessary. It's not bad, but it's okay. Maybe when do you need this song? ”

“Master, you know me best. I've decided to sing you a song every day!” Chen Tong was moved.

Gu Hai's face turned black: “If you sing to me again, I'll rebuild your consciousness right away! ”

Chen: “……………! ”

“Never sing to us again!” Long Wanqing exclaimed.

Everyone nodded.

Chen's face was silent: “There are many good songs, it's hard to ask for sound. You went to mourn the old owner that day and didn't say take me! ”

Long Wanqing slightly said: “I'm glad I didn't take you! ”

“What? You don't understand my song, I'm sure the old dealer does. Unfortunately, the old dealer is no longer here. I wanted to go to his memorial service and give him his body a walk and sing a song I wrote for him!” Chen was depressed.

"……………………! ”

“I'm glad I didn't take you!” Longwan sighed slightly.

Old Zhuang's memorial service, Yunmer and others cried tears dry, full of sad atmosphere, if Chen suddenly a voice ‘little radish’? That picture is so beautiful, people don't dare think about it anymore.

“Guhai, thanks to you for not taking him!” The master nodded.

Guhai nodded: “Yeah, I missed the math! ”

Chen looked depressed and walked to curse everyone.

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In the direction indicated by Chen, the ship circled a large circle and finally reached the edge of a battlefield.

A huge battlefield in the north-south direction.

The south of the battlefield is a huge pool, a little bigger than Silver Moon City.

Over the city pool, right now, floating flat with rolling yellow luck, it's like a golden sea of yellow, covering the entire city pool.

“Is that luck? So much?” Guhai surprised.

Compared to the luck in front of you, your luck in the vast dynasty is less pathetic, the luck in the vast dynasty over the sky, you can only see one or two strands of tobacco wire luck.

But in front of us, it's a cloudy sea. Roll like the sea.

“The capital of the dynasty of the Divine Foothills, this is the new capital, the city of the Divine Foothills! This is the luck of the Divine Foothills! The country is very rich, the people of the Divine Foothills are really very supportive of the Divine Foothills!” The Master of Senior Year sighed.

Luck covers the city of Shenlu.

The North Gate was wide open, and a large number of soldiers rushed out of the city to fight.

Above the city building, stands a man in a dragon robe, a man's railing, looking cold to the far north.

“Is that a royal song?” Longwan's eyes lit up.

“Is this a showdown?” The morning breeze was astonished.

In the north, a mountain surrounded by army, a handsome flag on the mountain, with a large Lu character on it.

The top of the mountain has been flattened to see a group of generals embracing a middle-aged man with a moustache, a national face and a gown that looks magnificent.

Strong people of all kinds standing around are centered on this person.

The middle-aged man sat on a chair with his right hand gently touching a kirin head at the armrest of the chair. Watch the royal song of the city from afar!

“King Lu Yang?” Dragon Wan frowned.

“Is that King Lu Yang?” The ancient sea is amazing.

The battlefield centres on both sides are vast, with a large number of generals on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, King Lu Yang dispatched 800 dragons and roared into the battlefield.

“Aung!” “Aung!” “Aung! ” ………………

The dragons roar, their momentum is fierce, everywhere, the sky is full of clouds, it seems like they are going to instantly overwhelm the army of the Foothills.

“Boom boom! ”

Suddenly, the earth burst.

It's like a big mountain coming up.

“Ho!” “Ho! ” …………

Every mountain makes a roar.

But every mountain slowly climbed from the ground, but it was a personal mountain, and countless pieces of rubble clustered together to form a stone mountain monster.

“What's that?” Chen was shocked.

“Foot stone man!” Morning breeze explained.

“Foothstone? What do you mean, this is the kind of stone man? There are hundreds of tall big guys here!” Chen was surprised.

“The Foot Stone Man is a monstrous group of demons. He is the national beast of the Divine Foot Dynasty and a groundstone demon!” Morning breeze explained.

“Aung!” “Ho! ” ……………………

Boom! Boom! Boom! ” ………………

The giant footstone man, like a giant giant, collided sharply with the dragons, two fierce beasts, the great war broke out, and suddenly, the flying sandstone was blown away, and the sky was dark.

Gentlemen on the battlefield had to stop, retreat from each other, and give the battlefield to the dragons and footstones.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ” ………………

In the midst of a powerful battle, there were earthquakes everywhere.

Upstairs in the distant city, the Emperor's song watched the Foothstone wars, his eyes flashed with fear.

On the other mountain, King Lu Yang watched the Battle of the Dragons, and his face was also gloomy.

“This footstone man is so weird!” Guhai was surprised.

“Boom!”

I saw a footstone man smashed by a dragon.

“La-la-la-la! ”

Once the ground was crushed, suddenly he stood up again, shattered his body, agglomerated again, and the Foothstones were resurrected again and rushed into the battlefield.

“Aung!” “Boom! ”

A sin dragon was smashed in the head by the Foothstone in a scream, but the sin dragon did not have the ability to rebirth the Foothstone, fell down, and the blood splattered on the spot.

“I don't know how this Foot Stone guy got here, anyway, these demonic beasts are the most troublesome, they can't get in, they're sturdy, but even if you break it, it can be resurrected quickly. How many other dynasties have you envied?” The morning breeze grinned bitterly.

In the distance, King Lu Yang seemed a little impatient, turned his head and looked at a man in white beside him.

The man nodded, stepped, and went up.

“Whoo!”

The man in white stood in the middle of the sky and looked coldly at the Imperial Song opposite him, probing his right hand and slashing him in the direction of the Foothill City.

“Buzz!”

A giant knife suddenly appeared in the void. Seems like the sky cut off the past.

A loud bang swept the knife from the man in white to Foothill City.

“Boom boom! ”

Above the earth, suddenly left a 10,000-length supertrench, and countless pieces of rubble blew up again into the sky. The earth was split in half by this knife, and the giant blade, even more so, went straight to the city of Foothill.

“Boom!”

A blue border suddenly appeared in the city of Foothill, facing the knife, but it shook violently, as if it was breaking at any time.

“Song of the Emperor, are you still shrinking in town?” The man in white shouted cold.

Not far away, Guhai and others are gloomy. Who is this white man? The sword that just vanished, is too fierce, Ten Thousand Lands, cut in half?

“This is Prince O'Soon!” Longwan frowned slightly.

“Oh, Prince O'Soon?” The ancient sea is confused.

“It should be the old dragon prince, O'Shun! Unfortunately, he made a big mistake and was devalued as a sinful dragon. Now, the dragon prince is no longer him. Ohsun, he is now under King Lu Yang's jurisdiction!” Longwan frowned.

“Ohsun?” The ancient sea looked at the fierce white man in the distance.

“Ohsun, like the mighty one in Kaitengu, is shouting at the Imperial Palace? Wang Fu wants only Yuan Baby Realm. Can you handle it?” The master frowned.

“The Imperial Song, only Yuan Baby Realm?” The ancient sea was slightly flashed.

Can the Yuan Baby Realm fight the strong in Heavenly Palace?

Waving his hand, letting someone quietly park the ship in a valley and try not to be spotted.

In the distance, Ohsun was shouting to the Imperial Chapel.

After a moment of silence, the Imperial Song suddenly opened its mouth: “The people of the Divine Foothill Dynasty, I am incompetent, have caused a great disaster today, but I do not regret it. Now I want to confront the attack, I am lazy, I need the help of others. If you wish to help me with one arm, please raise your right hand and lend me your full strength. If you think I have no way, leave me alone, please, please! ”

“Buzz!”

The Emperor just finished his song, and the clouds of luck in the sky trembled suddenly. It seemed to follow the luck of the convergence and pass into the ears of every people.

“Your Majesty, I will help you! ”

“Emperor, please use my power! ”

“Your Majesty, we always stand by you! ”

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A cry came from all over the Foothill dynasty.

Not far from the ancient sea, there was a small catchment town, the ancient sea suddenly saw, the people raised their right hand, then the right hand seemed to rush out a yellow light, then the people suddenly lost all their strength and sat on the ground.

In two or three successive years, almost all the people suddenly raised their right hand, a power of the people, all out of hand, towards the luck of the Divine Foothills dynasty.

“Boom boom! ”

On the clouds of luck, a vortex formed, bringing together the power of the people, a bunch of bees into the royal song.

“Boom boom! ”

There was a violent storm of power surrounding the imperial song.

Gather the power of the people of the Foothills dynasty, and the royal father's song will rise above the sky.

Probe your right hand and punch towards O'Shun.

“King Lu Yang, if you want to destroy my foothills, come yourself, send this little bug, what is it? Ho!” Huang Fu shouted the song.

Aah!

O'Shun's eyes flashed with anger and a punch in the roar.

“Boom, boom, boom! ”